scarlett here.
spent eight months fixing the wall. the one with the hole. the one the pyromancer made on halloween when she decided that subtlety wasn't her thing.
fell off the scaffolding twice. first fall, two ribs. hairline fractures, nothing displaced. wrapped them myself, kept working. second fall, three fingers on my left hand. reduced the joints, splinted them with what i had nearby, took about four minutes. the cold coming through that gap was doing something unpleasant to my lumbar vertebrae, chronic compression probably, nothing i can't manage, but i don't like being cold.
finished it last night. stood back. looked at it. solid work. probably my best masonry. not only am i the best surgeon in town, i'm also the best mason in town.
then the sphere showed up. *click